Saturday, December 23, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I've been working through "Seeking the Kingdom - Devotions for the Daily Journey of Faith" by Richard Foster during Advent. (I love Richard Foster's writing, and am challenged to the core of me - but in a non-religious, non-legalistic way. The grace in the truth he writes is so anointed.)
Monday, December 18, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
In the past, we have paid Caleb for out of the ordinary jobs, but that usually is when we have outdoor work to be done - like moving bricks. With the colder weather, it is harder to get creative with the jobs.
I'm a big proponent of his doing work just because he's part of the team. And he get's a small allowance because he's part of the team ($3 every paycheck - $1 for God, $1 for savings, $1 to spend).
Last night, Caleb asked if he could do the laundry as an above and beyond job. I thought that sounded like a good thing. I certainly would consider his doing the family laundry as above and beyond. So I agreed. Honestly, I didn't think he would see the project through. After all, I am intimately acquainted with the drudgery of the laundry chore.
I am pleased and proud to report that Caleb completed four full loads of laundry today: from sorting, washing, pouring detergent, turning on machine, transferring to dryer, turning on dryer, emptying dryer, folding, and putting in piles to go to our rooms. At 25 cents a load, from start to finish, Caleb is the pleased recipient of the dollar. And for the dollar I feel like I had a day's vacation, and a more grown up and appreciative son then I had when the day started.
Friday, December 01, 2006
One glitch in our Christmas preparation... Baby Jesus has gone missing. That's right. Missing.
A couple years ago, some good friends gave us the Playmobil Nativity Playset. It was something I had been wanting to buy for years, and never got around to it at the same time that I had money for it. So it is a very treasured and dear part of our Christmas tradition.
This year, Anna got to set the pieces in the cardboard stable on the end table at a convenient height for little fingers to play with.
"Mommy" I heard. "Baby Jesus isn't here."
Hmmm. Okay. I remember a few pieces didn't make it into the box last year and I put them safely somewhere.
I look in our storage room. Found a sheep. No baby Jesus. Thinking quickly about how to ease Anna's mind.
"Anna, I found a sheep. And while I was looking for the sheep I realized why we can't find Jesus."
"He's not born yet. He'll be here in time for his birthday. We just have to get everything ready for him." (BTW, I'm sure this is bad theology, but she can sort it out when she goes to seminary.)
She didn't really buy my explanation, but she's okay with playing my game. And we are enjoying all sorts of cool questions coming from our 4 yo's mouth. "Daddy, when is Jesus coming back?" "Mommy, when is Jesus going to show up?" If you didn't have the context, you would think either 'how cute' or 'what kind of end-times freaks are her parents?'
And in the meantime, I think I'm going to have to do all out cleaning of our storage space looking for the missing Baby Jesus.
Monday, November 27, 2006
I rolled the dough out thinner than the last batch, and already it seems to be hardening.
Kids liked the project. Hands got good and dirty and the smell of cinnamon is filling the kitchen. The dough is by far some of the most pleasurable I have ever worked with and kids seemed to agree.
On Wednesday last week, Marc and I had some rare time to ourselves. When our Starbucks break was dominated by someone's loud gossip, we left. Marc asked what I wanted to do. I told him. So he not only took me, he paid for it and watched get it done.
In case you are wondering, it did hurt like crazy, and there was a lot of blood.
But it is definitely worth it.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Tonight we commenced the Christmas season. For I don't know how many years now, this is the movie we watch on Thanksgiving weekend. Marc says he remembers it being a tradition in his aunt and uncles family. But we've done it often enough so that it is our tradition now.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Marc and I just spoke on the phone. He asked if it would be cool if he came home from lunch.
I said, "Of course, but we've had a VERY vacation day and I'm not even dressed yet. So just know you're not coming home to June Cleaver."
He said, "I'm not even married to her. That would be very inappropriate."
Friday, November 17, 2006
1 cup sugar
1 qt. water
12 whole cloves
4 sticks cinnamon
4 whole all spice (or 1/2 tsp)
1 whole ginger (1/4 tsp) - hmmm I wonder what that means, 1 whole ginger ?? I've always used the ground stuff
3 cups orange juice
1 cup lemon juice or four lemons
2 qts. apple cider
Boil water, sugar, and spices for 10 mintues
Add whiskey or vodka to individual servings.
WARNING: Do NOT eat. This is only meant for decoration.
1 cup ground cinnamon
1T ground cloves
1T ground nutmeg
1 T ground ginger
1 c drained applesauce (I don't know how to drain applesauce, so I just used applesauce)
2 T white craft glue
1. Combine the spices in a mixing bowl.
2. Add the applesauce and glue.
3. Work in all the ingreadients with hands until ingredients are mixed thoroughly, mine was almost spongey.
4. The recipe I'm copying says at this point you can add food coloring, but I'm not sure what the point would be.
5. Roll out the dough on a floured surface to approx. 1/4 inch thick.
6. Cut dough with cookie cutters.
7. Make a hole at the top of the ornament.
8. Lay out flat to dry in room temp. for several days (one recipe recommends turning them over).
9. When completely dry, thread the ornament. I'm thinking about using glitter glue to at least outline the ornaments.
These smell really yummy, and are supposed to keep their smell for quite a long time. I also read that you could add a bit of essential oil to it to refresh the smell.
The morning started also with me being, well, me. A mom still waking up, quieter by nature, liking a peaceful environment.
As I once again asked Caleb to please us an indoor voice, I had that familiar twang of 'am I just asking him to be something that he isn't?' Then I found myself telling him firmly "Go downstairs, turn on the lights on, and run and scream and do what you want to do. You are a boy, it has been raining for five days, and you have every right to want to be active and noisy. However, this is my home too, and I have every right to want to be able to eat my breakfast with some sort of peace." After he tried to argue out of it and realized I wasn't budging, he and his sisters went downstairs.
Soon the noises of children being children came upstairs. With the stereo loud enough I couldn't tell if they were arguements, getting hurt squawks, or having fun noises. I even managed to begin a menu for next week and ponder the weekly task of a grocery list.
After having ten of these blissful minutes, I was able to go downstairs and enjoy their noise. As I watched them play a game with fabric laundry baskets and nerf balls, I had an idea. I went into our storage room (also known as the 'I don't know where to put it room") and looked for a hammer and nails. Then I put two nails into two facing ceiling beams. Voila! Basement basketball.
As I moved on to getting the laundry started, the phrase 'necessity... the mother of all invention' came to mind. And I was especially delighted that whoever thought up that phrase knew that it woman, and especially a mother, who would come up with all creative solutions.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Tonight was the night to pick up my work from five weeks of pottery through our regional adult ed. None of my projects were done on the wheel. And the whole glazing thing sort of still baffles me.
The class was fun, although an odd assortment of women taking the class. Some were there for the joy of pottery, and some were there to just crank out loads and loads of Christmas crafts. I went hoping to meet people. Pottery class in Maine is not a place to meet people.
But I have gravy boat (upper left hand-I've been wanting one for eleven years!), two new mugs (will report on their coffee worthiness tomorrow), and six little hands that are marked with name and year, so that in twenty or thirty years the kids can tell their kids, this is how big my hand used to be. Am I a sap, or what?
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Caleb was so thrilled with his work as Junior Carrot Peeler, he asked if we could PLEEEASE keep the peels in the sink until Daddy got home from work (6 hours later in the day). As a compromise, we took a picture, let the disposal take care of the peels for us.
Monday, October 30, 2006
I've snuck away for fourteen minutes at the computer. The girls are napping (or faking it sufficiently) and Caleb is peeling a bag of carrots in the kitchen, just thrilled with himself and the job.
I'm not sure what I'm delighted with more... the quiet house with shadows of leaves dancing on my wall, or the work that is play that is happening in the kitchen.
Okay. Fourteen minutes is nearly up.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
I read this yesterday in 'The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd. Marc brought it home for me from his trip to SC. I finished the novel this morning, and think I will read it again next weekend.
I hadn't been out to the hives before, so to start off she gave me a lesson
in what she called "bee yard etiquette." She reminded me that the world was
really one big bee yard, and the same rules worked fine in both places:
Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be
an idiot; wear long sleeves and long pants. Don't swat. Don't even think
about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates, while whistling
melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you
don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Here is the teaser (and I encourage you to check out the longer quote and link to full text at the link above):
The vocation of the artist is to speak of the present as beautiful in
itself but as pointing beyond itself, to enable us to see both the glory
that already fills the earth and the glory that shall flood it to
overflowing; to speak, within that, of the shame without ignoring the
promise, and to speak of the promise without forgetting the shame.”
Apocalyptic and the Beauty of God by the Bishop of Durham, Dr. N.T. Wright
Monday, October 23, 2006
The "Today in History" link on my Google Homepage today led me to learn more about the Smurfs than I ever knew existed. I loved the cartoon in the mid-80's and even had a fair size collection of the little figures. Imagine my chagrin to find that they are accused by some of being satanic and communists! For more info follow this link: http://encyclopedia.tfd.com/the+Smurfs.
PS. Really... who has time to accuse cute little blue creatures of such malicious things!
Friday, October 20, 2006
For a long time, the "office" space has been in the basement. The problem with that is that for someone who craves and needs sunlight, especially at this time of year, going into a Cave is not an inspiring work environment. And if that someone attempting to do creative work is wired especially, perhaps even especially called, to be creative, and can't be creative, someone is not so happy (nor are the people who live with her).
Another problem has been that we rarely hang out in our Living room. I have a theory that it has to do with the fact that it is on the North side of the house. We first noticed our lack of living in our living room over a year ago. So we bought a stereo just for that room. It didn't seem to work in drawing more life into the room.
Just off of the living room (to the west) is a little knook with windows on three sides. This has been the 'playroom', but really only used when the kids had friends over. Aside from being a nice place to contain the mess of too many toys, I have been wondering for a few months if it were necessary for that purpose.
So this week, mommy got a playroom. My computer, and another computer that I've set up for the kids, have now taken residence in what already feels like a sanctuary. In the process, all the toys were thrown into the Living Room (who cares, since we hardly ever live in there), and have now been sorted through.
The Living room has been re-arranged (again), toys are mostly put somewhere.
So, this will be the attempt of Fall 2006 to live in our whole house.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Oldest and Middle are racing around the kitchen, we're following the leader they sing over and over (and over) again. They are, incidentally, doing a great job of trading who is the leader.
Enter the youngest, the 18 month old in aqua and pink. Someone (was it Mom?) says, now AquaPink is the leader. The two oldest jump at the idea (maybe sugar before bed isn't such a bad idea). They begin to carefully follow closely behind. AquaPink, trailed by PurplePink, followed by superhero. Around and around the kitchen. AquaPink glances behind every few seconds to see what her brother and sister are up to. Delighted at the funny house mirrors.
Then she catches on. She sees and tastes the power. All of a sudden she sits on the floor. They sit on the floor. She lies down. They lie down. Feet up in the air. More feet up in the air. Roll over. Roll over. Peek-a-boo. Peek-a-boo. She deliberately gets more silly and more creative. AquaBlue squeals. SuperHero and PurplePink squeal. AquaBlue pretends to hiccup (REALLY!), the others hiccup. It lasted like this for twenty minutes, with Mom sitting on the couch giggling with the rest of them.
AquaBlue was by far the most talented and interesting Follow the Leader leader that I have ever watched. And the insight that I gained into her personality.... priceless.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
This past weekend we met Ka Ho (or Matthew). He is a first year student at Colby, from Hong Kong. We applied to host an international student at Colby, and he is our guy. He is a really nice person, and we are so excited to have him as part of our family.
Last week, we got to have lunch with a friend from Sweden, who Marc met in Jerusalem the year before he and I met. Christian comes from southern Sweden, is involved with Vineyard over there, and was visiting Vancouver to lecture at a college. He had driven from Vancouver to upstate NY to see and cousin, and came the rest of the way to see us!
Here is everyone minus me after lunch together!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
My first and foremost reason for homeschooling is that I believe God has called me to it, and secondly I believe that my kids deserve a chance at a first rate education (which I don't think happens in a 'traditional' classroom setting). I also believe, that with care and guidance, my kids will grow to be better ambassadors of the King, if they have experience loving those not yet part of the Kingdom.
However, this past week after three random school shootings happening around the country, I have decided to throw in my lot with those who homeschool to protect their kids. How absolutely disturbing and sad.
To the families and friends of the victims, may God be near you, and may the lives and deaths of your young not be in vain.
I just read in The Message John 12 this week. Jesus says (this if from my memory) "Right now, I am storm tossed (this is just before His betrayal), but what will I say 'Father get me out of this?' No. This is why I came. So I will say, Father, Let your Glory Shine through this."
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
I became aware over the weekend, that Caleb had no sneakers that fit him. So, in the midst of all the crabbiness, I decided that after school we were going to go buy him some sneakers.
So Crabby Number 1, Crabby Number 2, Crabby Number 3, and Caleb all piled into the van after lunch and went to the shoe store.
We found some killer sneakers for Caleb, and some cute church shoes for Anna.
And the crabbiness had left all aforementioned crabs.
So, it is true when they say shoes are a girls best friend.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
I was sitting on the floor at a day retreat with other ministry leaders from Gordon College when a ball of yarn hit me. Looking to see who lodged the assault on me, I saw someone I'd never met before, but thought I might like to.
Today, we celebrated knowing each other for twelve years. (We celebrated being married for eleven years this past May.)
Happy Anniversary to Us.
Friday, September 01, 2006
"Anna," I say, "You take my breath away."
"Moooom, I don't know how to do that."
"No, Anna, I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm telling you that just by being you, you take my breath away."
"Mooom" (Anna's voice is raising concern now) "but I don't know how to."
"Ann, I'm just saying I think your pretty and kind and lovely and I can't believe that I get to have you in my life. And sometimes when I look at you my heart gets so full it makes me want to cry happy tears, and my breath goes like this (I make an air sucking sort of noise)."
Anna looks at me incredulous that I still don't understand. "But Mom, I told you, I don't know how to take your breath away."
It sort of felt like that scene in Bug's Life... You know the "it's a rock" scene with Little Dot.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
And I've never needed the services of an emergency room. I've been born, and I've given birth three times.
Well-visits cause me much stress.... so much so that until recently Marc would take the kids.
All my years of saying never came to fruition today, about an hour and a half before church. Caleb and Anna were playing, Caleb with a basket over his head. Caleb took a turn into the bathroom, but misjudged, and went down the stairs right next to the bathroom door, head first. The basket stayed on his head all the way down.
Caleb stood up screaming. I ran downstairs. Blood. Everywhere. I start screaming. Marc runs downstairs (fresh from the shower). Grabs towel. Apply pressure.
Call doctor. Go to Emergency Room for stitches. And of course since I'm married to the preacher, I'm the one going to the ER (although Marc did offer to get coverage and to take Caleb, knowing my pre-disposition.)
So, Caleb and Anna (for support) and I got into the van and took a long one mile trip to the hospital.
Everything went so well, and everyone was so proud of Caleb. He was incredibly brave and peaceful, even though he said his head hurt like crazy.
By the time we left the hospital, Caleb had six staples in the side of his head.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
First shot. No response from Sofia, not even a gasp. Then she made eye-contact with the nurse and said 'ooww'. Not even in a raised voice.
Second shot. A whimper.
Third shot. A howl.
Bandaids applied, Mom quick with the hug.
Sofia settles down and says "Bye-bye" to the nurse.
Monday, August 21, 2006
The kitchen has been nearly finished for nearly two months. It has taken me that long to get the photos together and up on the web. For a look at the work that I did on our kitchen this past June, follow this link. http://www.thepitmans.com/kitchen/index.htm
A recap of the kitchen history: this past winter/spring both the oven and stovetop (separate originally) began to act 'tempermental' (is only the broiler working and a burner arcing considered tempermental or broken?). So, we had some money and borrowed the rest (thank you LLBean credit card .... at least I'll get a pair of shoes out of it). Emily did the majority of the work, only using Marc when his brawn was necessary, and hiring an electrician for the electric work (thank you Jason Marks! what a great guy!). We were able to use the existing cabinets, just changing where they were in the kitchen to fit the new formation.
Some people wonder if they could ever do something. Well, remodelling the kitchen was one of those for me. Now that I know I can do it, I don't think I'll ever put myself in the way of doing it again.
Enjoy the photos.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Today was our first day of school. Caleb started 2nd grade and Anna started pre-school. Sofia, well, she watched, fussed, made messes, and tried to figure out how life had changed all of a sudden.
This picture is actually taken at the end of our first day, after dinner. I think their smiles pretty accurately summarize the way we all felt after day 1.
Caleb even said he enjoyed math.
New strategies this year... regular snack and play times in the midst of our work. And Caleb has a desk in his room, so he could go into his room and shut his door to do some of his work. He seemed to like all of the changes.
I feel pretty great about the whole day, too, though I am puzzling about the Sofia piece. She took two naps today rather than one, so I am hoping that she is just out of sorts in general, and that it wasn't specifically school that threw her into a loop. We shall see. But the good thing is that we all (the ones directly involved with school) are going to bed looking forward to our school-day tomorrow.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
After the first coat of paint was put on the walls yesterday, I was helping Caleb sort through his 'stuff' - now piled in the hallway. (He had wisely observed that he had too much stuff - especially when it came time to put stuff away to be moved out into the hallway.)
Anna came up to me in the hallway and asked if she could help.
"Sure, Anna. How about you collect all the tinker toys and put them
"Okay!" happy Anna who loves sorting heads off on the tinker toy hunt.
"Mommy, I'm done."
"Okay, Anna, do you want to help some more?"
"Okay, would you please go through this pile of papers, and
anything that has anything to do with legos put in this pile?"
Contented Anna sorts papers.
Anna looks up.
"Mommy, why am I doing this?"
"Why are you doing what?"
"Why am I helping Caleb? He is never nice to me and I am being nice to him."
"Well, Anna. That's how Jesus tells us to do it. If someone is mean, we are supposed to be nice in return."
Thursday, July 20, 2006
But then I remembered that I wanted to get all my addresses and favorites from this computer, so I plugged in in today to see if it would behave long enough for me to get my information. And as I began to work, I wondered if maybe God would heal my hard-drive.
Is this a heresy? Or is it just plain pathetic?
And why is it so incredibly debilitating to my personality to be without my computer? Maybe I need to get a dog?
Will keep you posted...
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
We recently had "The Simple Faith of Mister Rogers" by Amy Hollingsworth recommended to us. I picked it up through interlibrary loan and began reading it this morning. I am having a hard time to not just read the whole thing through in one sitting, it is so pleasant. But Mister Rogers never did hurry through things, so I think I'll take my time with this book.
And I strongly recommend it for a good summer read.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
The past week has been spent working on the kitchen. There have been moments of great enjoyment, moments of great frustration, and moments of immense impatience. Today all the work came together. The cabinets and the microhood went up on their new wall. All that is left to do is get a light and outlet done the electrician, and some small finish up touches.
The main thing is that we are no longer living out of crates and boxes. The cabinets were hung early enough so that Caleb and I unpacked and put away everything. So I feel like I can just enjoy the rest of the process of finishing up.
Caleb and I even had time to make cookies in our new oven! It's amazing how they cook when the oven works correctly. I had a really hard time believing they were done because the top wasn't almost burnt.
And I made tacos for dinner. Amazing how well meat cooks on a stovetop that cooks correctly. I felt spoiled... and then amazed at what we had actually been living with for the past year and a half. WOW!
The kids have been phenomenal this past week. They have learned a lot by watching me. And they have had a sudden harvest of creatively playing with each other... which I think both the stress and necessity of the past week have given them.
No pics up on the blog about this... I'm going to create a page or journal on our website to show the whole process and will post when it is up.
Overall, I'm very pleased and very proud of myself.
And I'm very excited to be coming back to the land of the living (if that's what you call being online) as the next week starts.
Tomorrow, I expect to indulge in some computer time, and to finish the pajamas I started for Anna and Caleb, pre-kitchen.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I looked through a book of the puzzles at my Mom's house over this past weekend.... hmmm.. that does look kind of fun.
Then as I was 'quickly' picking something up at Wally-World, there was an end-cap display of Sudoku puzzle books for $1.
I tried one this morning. Then two... three... four.
I think I'm hooked. (Of course I'm still in the "very easy" section of the puzzles, too. I'll let you know how I feel when I'm upgraded to "Easy".)
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
"I have play-doh stuck up my nose!"
"How did it get there?" as I continue to load the washer and marvel at his flair for drama.
"I don't know..."
So consider this a national security post. There appears to be an attack of play-doh pellets that will lodge themselves into spots where fingers spend any amount of time. You may want to close your windows and doors until this vile attack is announced as under control or over.
Friday, June 02, 2006
I was playing with Adobe Photoshop this afternoon, looking for something creative to do with Anna for thank you cards for her birthday. This is the 'photocopy' filter that you can use.
I'm becoming more and more infatuated with my kids this summer.. they are really so beautiful. How many times have I thought 'if I could draw I would draw that'... even their muscle sculpture fascinates me.
This picture is taken at Shaw's Wharf and Lobster Pound in New Harbor, Maine. We got to eat outside and look out at the Atlantic Ocean and Monhegan Island.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Get the idea that your computer will be better suited to you in a different place (you don't have a laptop).
Move the computer (and all the peripherals).
Decide that that idea was not a good one.
I'm so frustrated. I just want to feel like I fit someplace.
Since my last post....
We've had our birthday mini-golf trip with Anna, we had regular kinship, we had a special BBQ/kinship on Friday night and Danny and Linda arrived from Long Island.
Over the weekend (with Danny and Linda) we went to Shaw's Lobster Pound for real Maine lobster (I had steak) and went to an aquarium in Boothbay Harbor (can't recommend it... cool exhibit but not worth the price of admission). Celebrated our 11th anniversary on Saturday evening by going to the local blues bar sans kids (thank you Carrie for the babysitting gift).
In the middle of the night, Marc got really sick, so on Sunday with four hours notice I led the whole church service and preached! Danny and Linda hung out most of the afternoon, then we had to say good-bye to them.
Today we've gone to Home Depot and bought a new range (ours have ceased to work the way they are supposed to), moved my computer from the basement to our main living floor (out of the dungeon) and Marc is now mowing while I am trying to make this computer corner not dominate the dining/kitchen area and look nice and feel comfortable.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Sofia is getting bolder and bolder about being on the grass or dirt. A couple days ago even she would curl her feet up as high as she could just to avoid touching the grass. Today she was crawling around like she'd been at it forever.
We were making our way around to the front of the house. She stopped to admire something green that was taller than her in a 'flower' bed, so I scooted ahead to throw something away. When I returned (maybe 15 seconds later), Sofia had something in her hand.
"Sofia, what do you have?" Big Grin! Small toss. Picked it up again. Mom moves closer. It's a worm! A big, long worm. And Sofia would pick it up, hold it long enough for it to squirm and then give it a little toss. Then pick it up again. By the time we got the camera she was done with her game of worm-toss, but she was convinced to hold it one more time.
PS. The dirt around her mouth has nothing to do with the garden or the worm, she had just eaten a chocolate cupcake.
I bought a bag of balloons for Anna's birthday. It was just a bag that was hung in one of those random spots near the icecream (an impulse purchase product placement). When we got the bag home and opened them, there were mostly normal balloons, round, a couple different shapes. Then Caleb got quite excited about a balloon he had pulled out. Then I heard Marc saying, "Caleb, I've been around balloons for over thirty years..." When I looked to see what they were all jazzed about, this is what I found they had. There were five or six in the bag. Cool, huh?
Thursday, May 18, 2006
I think I strongly recommend this discipline for everyone. The kids and I had a lovely day with just us...
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
I think we're all kind of looking forward to the break, but I will miss it too. I love the curriculum and I love watching him learn and grow and push through points of frustration.
We haven't done much to celebrate. It's been a rainy and stressy mommy week. Hopefully we'll paint his room in June as a kind of celebratory gift. When we asked him how he would like to celebrate, he said "m&m's". That's my boy.
Monday, May 08, 2006
Marc and I started Tango lessons last night. This is the sixth session of ballroom dance lessons that we have taken: rumba, salsa, triple-time swing, waltz/swing, waltz, and now tango. We're certainly not headed for any competitions, but we're having a great time dancing. We have the most amazing teacher, Jody, who drives up from Portland to teach on Sunday nights, and her tireless assistant Eva.
I have to recommend to anyone who can make the space to dance together on a regular basis, do it! We laugh, and smile, and play... things that now we are parent's of three with a church plant, day-job, and homeschool, and on and on and on, we often forget to do.